Lord of the Oasis

As soon as Kant finished his line.

"Do it! " Manid suddenly shouted, as if they had a telepathic connection.

The horsemen and the desert bandits, who were always alert and long been ready, kicked their horses and urged their warhorse forward. They were holding their weapons and charges fiercely towards the enemy cavalries. The enemy cavalries couldn't react to the attack in time. Their bodies were pierced by the spears and lances.

The sharp spears and lances easily pierced through the leather armor and the bodies of the enemy cavalries.

Their leather armors instantly dyed red by their fresh blood.

The beautiful woman in the white silk dress widened her beautiful jade-like eyes. She was in shocked, frightened and couldn't believe what she just saw.

"No... No... uh... "

The assault of the Sarrandian horsemen and the desert bandits was a blink of the eye.

It lasted for less than ten seconds.

The twelve enemy cavalries had all fallen under their horses, and their entire abdomen had been pierced. Although they were still alive, from the painful expression on their faces, one could tell that even their internal organs had been pierced. They definitely won't live for long.

Even bleeding could lead to death.

Kant and the others still didn't have much expression, nor did they have any pity for their life.

Compared to the Sarrandian horseman who had fought in battlefields for a long time, and the desert bandits who were savage and brutal, these so-called Devil Fang Bandit Gang were as weak as children.

"It's our turn. "

Kant spoke slowly, his tone were calm with the elegance of a noble.

But the beautiful woman who was lying on the ground in a white dress began to cry loudly.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me! "

She knelt on the ground, her slim waist formed a gorgeous and beautiful curve. She couldn't stop crying, "Spare me, I can tell you everything. I can give you everything. I'm willing to give everything I have. Please spare me, Merciful Sir! "

However, Kant's face did not show any emotion.

He did not even look at the woman kneeling in front of him. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the dune. He said calmly, "Don't be agitated. I'm talking about them. "

On the dune, four figures on warhorses were coming over with 40 footmen with spears in their hands.

Kant was talking about them.

"Thank you for sparing me, kind sir. Thank you, thank you. I was only acting along with them and become a spy by your side. I don't know anything else. I don't know anything else. "

The beautiful woman wept and told him everything she knew.

She thought that she was safe.

Kant reached into his bag by the side of the horse and pulled out his light crossbow. At the same time, he stuck the iron crossbow on the bowstring. Looking at the enemies who were approaching from the dune, he said calmly, "Is that all? "

"Yes, that's all. Take me with you. If I can't complete the mission, they will kill me. But I'm willing to offer myself to you, sir. I'm willing to be your woman. "

The beautiful woman placed her hand on her chest. Her snow-white dress was breath-taking.

However, when she looked at Kant, her eyes instantly widened. There was extreme anxiety in her eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but with a soft sound, she could only let out a "uh uh" sound.

"Bang! Bang! "

The bowstring vibrated.

The light crossbow instantly shot out the thick and heavy iron arrow. The sharp arrow directly shot into the woman's face, and blood splashed out in between her eyebrows.

"We don't need woman during a battle. "

Kant pulled the bowstring again and put the new iron arrow in the slot.

Even though he just killed a woman, his face didn't show any emotion at all. This was not Kant's first time killing someone. Even back in the Castle of Leo, he already killed a servant who was up to something bad to him.

"Get ready to battle. "

Kant turned his head and looked at Manid. "Be careful. "

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Kant. "Manid nodded with a smile. He did not even look at the woman's corpse under his feet. Instead, he gravely looked at the approaching troops. He said certainly, "It seems to be the troops from the Stone Pass. This is an ambush. "

Only the Stone Pass could organize a troop to ambush them. After all, Kant just leaves there, and he didn't cover up his tracks. It was easy to track them down and ambush them.

"Perhaps, but who knows. "

Kant nodded and looked at the 40 footmen with spears in their hands. He gave a mocking smile, "But these four knights dare to plunder us. They are looking down on us too much. "

In the flat desert, the four cavalries and 40 footmen were just like little sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

All 17 of them were cavalries. How dare those four horsemen chase after us?

Kant did not understood why they had such courage.

The strange troops in the distance finally approached. However, they looked nervous. This was because they saw the corpses on the ground beside Kant's group, and the horses that had not escaped far away.

Normally, these escaped horses were worth a lot of money.

But now, these footmen did not dare to spread out in formation. Instead, they held their spears and formed a tighter formation.

The four leading horsemen looked even more anxious.

The eyes in their helmets looked at Kant. They did not know what to do. The just tightly gripped their longswords. They had their plan but they didn't know what to do.

"Who do I think it is? It's uncle Dylan's vassal knights. "

Kant rode forward with a smile on his face. He recognized the four burly figures on the horses.

His young face looked tender and sincere. "Are you here to save me? There were some bandits from the Devil's Fang Bandit Gang who wanted to rob us. But they were killed by my guards. "

"Is... is that so... "

The leader of the vassal knights forced a smile. "We came here because we were ordered to hunt down this group of bandits. "

"Yes, yes, that's right. " The other three vassal knights also forced a smile on their faces and responded.

However, they secretly made eye gesture to each other.

The four of them knew each other for a long time and always been together. So, they knew what to do when they approached Kant. They would immediately take Baron Kant as a hostage. His guards would have to listen to their orders obediently.

When that time came, they would be able to do whatever they wanted.

"That's great. "

Kant chuckled and lowered the light crossbow in his hand.

Seeing him like this, the four vassal knights laughed and their eyes lit up. "That's right, Baron Kant. You're not injured, that's great. The job of hunting down these bandits should have been done by us. "

"It doesn't matter. It's just easier to kill them right away "

Kant laughed lightly, but he raised his light crossbow again. He put light crossbow forward, he straight away pulled the trigger without aiming.

"Bang! " The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow stabbed into the throat of one of the vassal knights. It pierced through his neck and came out from the back of his neck.

The arrow was stained with fresh blood, the red colour looked more gruesome under the sun.

"He eh... "

His vocal cords was damaged cause him unable to speak. His eyes were filled with regrets for life.

He wanted to struggle, but all the strength in his body seemed to have disappeared along with the arrow in his throat. He fell off the warhorse, his entire body twitching on the sand. The blood in his throat clogged his breathing, making him dizzy.

However, he could still vaguely hear the whooshing sound in the air.

As his pupils gradually dilated, he saw his three companions also falling off their horses and struggling.

One of them had his chest and abdomen stabbed with at least two short javelins. Then the others were heavily pierced by the blood-stained long lance. The sharp tip of the lance pierced through the back of their heads, stained by their blood and brain as it fell into the sand layer.

The militia that were were chased down by the cavalries like a flock of sheep. They eventually scattered and escaped.

"Cunning... " this was last impression of the vassal knight.